There's a crazy sense of duty
   As he licks between his fingers
   Wipes the ketchup from his face and hands
   There's a strong determination
   That his teachers never witnessed
   Never close enough to understand
   He's like a bull just bred for fighting
   He don't deliver nothing
   Outside the only thing that he knows
  
   School report just says he's lazy
   His brother says he's crazy
   But take a look 'cos there he goes
  
   Through the avenues of fashion
   To the palaces of dreams
   All the way down Guitar Street
  
   To some guitars are hot-rods
   All along the quest for macho
   To others a would-be ticket out of town
   For Joe a six-string sten gun
   In the 'Panto-revolution'
   And Stevie's all just strictly sound
   He's like a bull just bred for fighting
   He don't deliver nothing
   Outside the only thing that he knows
  
   School report just says he's lazy
   His brother says he's crazy
   But anyway take a look 'cos there he goes
   Through the avenues of fashion
   To the palaces of dreams
   All the way down Guitar Street